Wednesday, March 7, 2007

And it's back to Rice Krispies deliciousness for me.

It didn't take very long for my appetite to self-destruct this time, but self-destruct it has. Yesterday, my mom brought me a sandwich for lunch, home-made and wonderful. Today, one day later, she brought me the exact same sandwich, and I could barely eat half of it. It just didn't taste right at all. I couldn't even stomach the goat cheese, which is one of my definite cheesy vices. So I ordered Rice Krispies and Corn Flakes, and they are proudly holding their own. Otherwise, I'm finished with the chemo for now. I should be getting a drug pretty soon that will counteract the effects of the chemo and help the chemicals leave my system quickly. The doctors are predicting that I should be out of here by Saturday. And then I have a full nine or ten days off until I have to come back to the hospital to repeat this whole session again. Woo.

In other news, this little (b)log of mine was recognized by one of the websites that BU maintains to keep the community updated on the goings ons of students, faculty and staff. I found their contest, "Show us your blogs," a while ago and decided to submit mine. I guess they liked it, even if it is lacking in the multi-media and technologically-sweet departments. Here's the link with the story: I also won a $25 gift certificate to our school's computer store. Rock on. I can now buy an eighth of an i-pod. Sweet! So life is good and exciting. And other than the appetite bit, I've had no side-effects so far from this current onslaught of chemo, which is always fantastic. Alright, take care everyone who is allowed to leave their rooms. I.e., go outside for me. I'm on lock-down. K, thanks, love ya, bye. Peace.

1 comment:

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

Actually, I didn't fix it. Your blog is boycotting my home computer, so all my b-log quality time has to be done at work.

Man, it sounds like maybe you and I are both having rough weeks in totally different ways. I mean, I am totally stoked about Blind Boys and the Art Institute and the El, but can we have one day be Megan-and-Caroline-sit-on-their-butts-alternating-between-dozing-and-reading-outdated-versions-of-The-New-Yorker Day?